Once more they went over the uneven ground to stand before its solemn splendor.
“Shall we have learnt before we go?” said Dion.
“It’s strange, but I think the tombs teach me more. They’re more within my reach. This is so tremendous that it’s remote. Perhaps a man, or—or a boy——”
She looked at him.
“A boy?”
“Yes.”
He drew her down. She clasped her hands, that looked to him so capable and so pure, round her knees.
“A boy? Go on, Rose.”
“He might learn his lesson here, with a man to help him. The Parthenon’s tremendously masculine. Perhaps women have to learn from the gentleness of those dear tombs.”
Never before had she seemed to him so soft, so utterly soft of nature.